STRUGGLING TO LET GO OF SUMMER... BIG TIME!

Eleven days into September and I am just about starting to accept that summer is over and I should be in the efficient, productive and what not mode of back to school season. Well, but I'm not. And that's ok.

I always get excited about September. As a kid, I was itching to go back to school after a long summer holiday. Indian summer is a special gift -- if / when it happens. But there's something about the speed with which we hurtle ourselves towards Christmas and the end of year. I am in no rush, I want to hold onto my mellow summer mood and so I am keeping the pace down. Here come the last few days of the August Break...

DAY 23: ADORNMENT

Adornment: onyx + tattoos

Adornment: onyx + tattoos

DAY 24: MEMORY

First school photo circa 1982

First school photo circa 1982

DAY 26: MORNING

Sunny august morning in the Old Town Square in Prague. The tour guides are gathering outside the town hall. This used to be my town, I barely recognise it these days. I mean sure it looks the same. It's beautiful. One of the best preserved medieval towns in the world. Walking around its winding cobbled streets is like walking through history.

But what happened to its soul? It just doesn't feel like the city I used to know when I was a teenager: City of writers and artists. Music and theatre. Old coffee shops where you could while away days pondering life, universe and everything. It's not just the passing of times that caused the change. It's greed and short sighted hunger for money that turned the Prague city centre into a hollow shadow of its former self, a money making tourist ville. But then again I am biased and nostalgic. I left my town 14 years ago, I no longer know what life is like over there and I miss what I used to know. 

Old Town Square, Prague

Old Town Square, Prague

DAY 27: LINES

Warwick Avenue tube station, London

Warwick Avenue tube station, London

DAY 30: SOFT

I got a long overdue haircut! For the last few years, I saw a fantastic hairdresser up the road. The kind you actually want to have a chat with, she was very cool. A few months ago she moved to Canada. Damn. Luckily for my desperate hair, it turns out that one of my yoga clients is secretly hairdresser (secretly as in it's not her day job and I had no idea), a great one too. I got the chop + the soft is back. #feelinggood